Chelsea played a game so tight
Not even Pep could see the light
Or find a way
Through that defensive thicket
Their lines together
No one could sever
Tuchel’s team’s endeavour
Intent they were to snick it
Raheem and Riyad
On the wings
Could dance and do their pretty things
They shall not pass
The order of the day
And no big centre forward there
To cause a rumpus in the air
All little passes in and out
Pep’s way
We can overthink the things we do
Playing a pretty game
Tuchel had the answer – massed defence
Make a forest
Lose them in it
A glorious pass and now we win it
Mason Mount take a bow
Makes sense
Walker had a real good game
Powerful lad
Authority and sense
Reduced to long throws in the end
Long crosses too
To whom? My friend
No big lads there
To make a difference
The way to stop this tippy tappy
Make a forest snappy snappy
Tuchel 3
Guardiola nil
Can’t be doing overthinking
Get some runners
Jumpers linking
I played the game
I know what fits the bill
You can’t plan all
Down to a tee
You have to let the players
Do their dance
Send them out
And give some licence
Let our instincts inspirations
Find the freedom
Leave something to chance
Brian Fahy
30 May 2021
Erris Poetry 